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2. TEASER FADE IN: INT. TORI’S LOFT – LATE AFTERNOON PAN the dimly lit, spacious loft and we see that it’s decorated with avant-garde artwork, but decidedly feminine. We hear a toilet FLUSH, etc., and then – TORI (O.S.) You’ll be there tonight, right? The bathroom door opens and out steps IAN SOMMERS, 30, AllAmerican good looks, shirtless, in slacks. IAN (smiles) It is a command appearance for the help, isn’t it? He takes his shirt from a chair, puts it on, buttons from the bottom. Reverse and we see VICTORIA “TORI” PORTER, 27, pretty, sexy, but not overtly so. She’s sitting in bed naked, sheet pulled up around her knees. TORI Look, I know you’re nervous; so am I. But remember, Mom is totally behind us. She’ll make sure Dad is reasonable when we break the news to him. IAN I’ve worked for your father for three years. “Reasonable” is not the word that comes to mind when I think of how he’s going to react. TORI Stop it. Ian, darling, the last thing Mom and Dad want is for me to end up with someone in the business. When Dad understands that we’re in love, he’ll let you out. I know he will. He crosses to her, leans over and they kiss. They gaze into each other’s eyes. Her sincerity is as deep as her love for him. A RINGING cell phone interrupts the glow. IAN Speaking of “reasonable.”
3. He takes the phone from a side table, answers. IAN (into phone) Yes. (reacts almost imperceptibly) Everything’s all set. He clicks off. Tori is out of bed now, fastening the last buttons of his shirt, smoothing his collar. TORI Wear a tie tonight. Mom thinks it makes you look more grown up. IAN Sure I’m not quitting one boss just to work for another? Her smile is luminous. He kisses her full on the lips, pulls on his sports coat then exits. She falls back in bed, looks up at the ceiling and smiles. Life is good. INT. NEIMAN MARCUS, MEN’S FINE APPAREL – LATE AFTERNOON A SALESMAN discreetly checks out a customer. She’s VALENTINA “TINA” PORTER, 17 going on 27, beautiful, sexy as hell and knows it. She’s talking animatedly on her cell phone, one eye on the salesman. TINA (into phone) She’ll say yes, trust me. And Dad won’t dare make a stink after she does. (winks at the salesman) Just book the suite, Bree... You’re sure Brad’s going to be there that weekend? Positive? Is that Bree? VIC (O.S.) Say “hey” for me.
Tina smirks. Reverse and we see that the object of her scorn is her gangly kid brother, VIC PORTER JR., 15. Suddenly, Tina’s frown turns to an inviting smile as Salesman #1 makes his way to her. TINA (into phone) Incoming. Gotta go. Call you later.
4. She flips her phone closed. SALESMAN #1 Are you being helped, Miss? Sir?
Even though he’s in his 30s, Tina reels him in with flirtatious eyes. She takes two shirts from a display. TINA I always have a hard time choosing. SALESMAN #1 They’re both very nice. What style of suit does your boyfriend normally wear? Now it’s Vic who rolls his eyes, disgusted by the thought. TINA Him? Oh, he’s my brother...I don’t have a boyfriend. SALESMAN #1 I find that very hard to believe. CLOSE ON two TIES in a man’s hands. SALESMAN #2 (O.S.) Imported silk, hand sewn, of course. The Brioni is a somewhat more contemporary look. Pull back and we see ALEXIS PORTER, late 40s but with an ageless beauty that puts her in a class with Deneuve, considering the ties. ALEXIS It’s my son’s decision. She looks over Salesman #1 at told, Salesman guides Vic and at Vic and Tina, who is still flirting with a different display. Without having to be #2 gets his coworker’s attention and he Tina over.
ALEXIS I’ve narrowed them to two, Junie, but it’s a gift from you, so you decide. Vic reacts to “Junie”. That one. He points, not caring which tie. VIC
5. ALEXIS Are you sure, Junie dear? TINA Yeah, “Junie”, are you sure? VIC Mom, I wish you’d stop calling me that. Why? TINA It’s what you are, “Junior.”
VIC Oh, well in that case, “Slut” – ALEXIS Vic! TINA Yeah, “Dick”... ALEXIS Both of you, please... (to Salesman #2) We’ll take this one. SALESMAN #2 Splendid choice, Ma’am. The salesmen quickly excuse themselves. Alexis glares at her children, who begin bickering at one another. Then – TINA (to Alexis) I don’t know why I had to come anyway. I bought Daddy a present weeks ago. VIC Maybe you came to hit on the salesman, you little tease. TINA Sorry, I should’ve known he was your type. ALEXIS (at her limit but still tightly controlled) I said that’s enough! The teens ease up, knowing they’re on very thin ice.
6. ALEXIS Tina, you’re here because I want to make sure you return the seven thousand dollars in purchases you made without your father’s or my permission. And Vic, if you’d been more thoughtful you wouldn’t have waited until the day of your father’s birthday to buy a gift. Her children properly chastised, Alexis walks off to pay. INT. PORTER’S OFFICE – LATE AFTERNOON Richly decorated with antiques, mahogany and leather. CLOSE ON A WHISKEY TUMBLER as whiskey flows over ice cubes. A man’s hand takes the glass across the room. Another man’s hand, this one with a jeweled SIGNET RING, takes it. PORTER (O.S.) Thank you, Boothe. BOOTHE (O.S.) Sure thing, Boss. ON THE GLASS as it’s raised to the signet ring man’s lips. REVEAL a distinguished gentleman of 50. This is VICTOR PORTER. Though his handmade suit, shirt and tie say CEO, one look into his piercing blue eyes and we know beneath the executive veneer is a man capable of great menace. PORTER So you know the stuff’s good? VAN KAMP Triple-checked it myself. Even went through Casper’s people. It’s as good as what comes out of the factory. Only it’s counterfeit and untraceable. VAN KAMP, 55, who could be an investment banker, sits across the mahogany desk from Porter. BOOTHE, early 40s, impossibly handsome, sits next to Van Kamp. BOOTHE We guarantee clearance through customs, provide protection from local law (MORE)
7. BOOTHE (CONT’D.) enforcement and keep barriers to competition high, we could clear twenty million in the first year. VAN KAMP After that, we can exercise an option for a five percent royalty on all shipments to the East Coast. PORTER With twenty million to seed our new lines of business, we can do without the royalties and the risks that come with them. Van Kamp and Boothe cover their reactions. INT. MERCEDES SEDAN – MOVING – SUNSET Porter is in the back seat on his cell phone. PORTER (into phone) Thanks for digging up the extra dirt on Wu. I knew I could count on you, Fortune. (listens) No, you’ve done all I need you to do on this deal. Just sit tight and stay cool. Take some time off. You could use a vacation. (listens, then) Listen, Fortune, you’re out because I say so...Besides, I have more important things in mind for you... Try the Caribbean for about six months. There are plenty of beautiful women there to take your mind off business. He clicks off. We realize that Ian is next to him.
PORTER Cheeks tells me you were late again. Ian glances in the rearview mirror, where he briefly locks eyes with the driver, TOMMY “CHEEKS” RISOLLO. Sorry, Boss. IAN I got caught up.
8. PORTER I’m sure you did. Do I look like a fool to you? Sir? IAN No sir, of course not.
PORTER Are you sure? Because I think that’s what you must think when you say things to me like “I got caught up.” Again Ian exchanges a look with Cheeks. PORTER You think I can’t see what’s going on right under my own nose? IAN Of course you do, Boss. Listen, Mr. Porter, I can explain... The weight of Ian’s peril is written clearly on his face. PORTER Since when do I need you to explain anything to me? I know all about you and my daughter, Ian. I’ve known since you started sneaking around a year ago. IAN (mustering his courage) Then you must know that Tori and I care for each other very much. We love each other, Boss. We want to get married and start a family. Beat. Porter looks at him with hard eyes. PORTER You think I sent Victoria to the best private schools, studies abroad, ballet, everything, just so she could end up a widow of some two-bit hustler? IAN Mr. Porter, with all due respect, I think I’ve proven I’m more than just some punk who’s looking for a meal ticket.
9. PORTER Family? You talk about my daughter and family as though you have “rights.” Do I have to remind you that the only rights you have I gave to you? IAN No, Mr. Porter, of course not... PORTER Be clear about this. Very clear. The only reason you’re not floating in the harbor with your balls stuffed down your throat is because my wife is sentimental about her daughters “finding love.” That and I’m sure Tori will come to her senses and kick you to the curb after she’s had her fun. EXT./INT. HOODS’ MERCEDES SEDAN – MOVING – SAME A gray, winter day. The car trails Porter’s as it cruises down an Interstate in the middle of Harbor City, a metropolis that looks an awful lot like Boston. Inside, four well-dressed HOODS keep their eye on Porter’s car. EXT./INT. UNMARKED FBI SEDAN – MOVING – CONTINUOUS Trailing the hoods’ sedan at a discreet distance. are two FBI AGENTS. EXT. FBI HELICOPTER – IN FLIGHT – CONTINUOUS FBI Special Agent PHIL HSU, early 40s, looks down at Porter’s Mercedes as it makes its way along the expressway. In his eyes we read the intensity of a man whose work is his life. Below, Porter’s car exits the expressway. HSU (into headset microphone) Okay, unit two, peel off. Peel off! don’t want him to make the tail. EXT. REAR OF WAREHOUSE – NIGHT Porter’s Mercedes is parked, lights out, engine running. Inside
10. INT./EXT. PORTER’S MERCEDES – CONTINUOUS Cheeks Risollo, who we now see is a 40-ish bear of a man with huge jowls, reads Sports Illustrated. In the back seat, Porter waits patiently as Ian works on a thin, HIGHTECH TABLET. A 3-D graphic display depicts police surveillance on the ground and in the air. When he’s done, Ian looks up at Porter and nods. “All clear.” PORTER Alright, let’s go. Cheeks tosses the magazine aside, cuts the engine and gets out of the car. He scans the area, then opens Porter’s door. Porter and his men go inside the warehouse. INT. FBI HELICOPTER – IN FLIGHT – CONTINUOUS HSU (into headset) Alright, wake up people. Everybody on their toes. All units hold your position until my signal. INT. FBI CARS/SURVEILLANCE VAN – CONTINUOUS QUICK CUTS of AGENTS waiting to move out and TECHS monitoring surveillance equipment. In the van, we hear Porter and two other men, one of them speaking Chinese. INT. WAREHOUSE – CONTINUOUS CHINESE HOODS and Porter’s men stand guard while Porter and Ian sit across from WU, 50s, a shrewd triad boss, and his INTERPRETER. Porter and Wu make polite small talk through the interpreter. As they do, Ian taps away on his tablet. ON THE TABLET we see what appear to be sound recording measurements. When Ian’s satisfied, he nods at Porter. PORTER Mr. Wu, now that the air is clear, let’s get down to brass tacks. I’m prepared to use my considerable influence with our political and law enforcement friends to ensure your merchandise can reach customers. The interpreter interprets. Wu responds in Chinese.
11. INTERPRETER Mr. Wu is very appreciative of your cooperation. As discussed with your Mr. Van Kamp, our arrangement calls for delivering ten shipments of computer chips over the course of the year, with payment of one million dollars each... INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN/FBI HELICOPTER – CONTINUOUS Hsu and his agents listen closely but they don’t hear any of what we’ve just seen. Instead, they’re listening to a completely fabricated conversation digitally created from samplings of the voices of Porter, Wu and the interpreter. INT. WAREHOUSE – CONTINUOUS The negotiation has suddenly gone south. PORTER What’s this about ten million? It was my understanding that payment for the shipments would total twenty million the first year. The interpreter conveys the message. Wu reacts.
INTERPRETER Mr. Porter, twenty million is out of the question... EXT. WAREHOUSE – NIGHT The meeting over, Wu’s and Porter’s men make their way out of the warehouse and head to cars in the darkened alley. INT. PORTER’S MERCEDES – MOVING – LATER Porter seethes as the car cruises down a boulevard. IAN The triad wants to do a deal as badly as we do... Harbor City is their way into the U.S. market and yours is the only outfit in the Syndicate with the political clout to grease the skids for them. They’ll be back, Boss.
12. PORTER This would never have happened if I’d let Fortune handle the deal. God damn Van Kamp’s got some explaining to do. Cheeks glances in the rearview. SAME SCENE – MOMENTS LATER PORTER (to Ian, thoughtfully) You did good tonight, Ian. IAN Thank you, Mr. Porter. PORTER You might not think it, but a man in this business needs a family. A good woman you can confide in, someone to ease your conscience and raise your children. It’s important, Ian. And I’ll tell you something else that’s important. Surrounding yourself with good men can be the difference between life and death. But any man, no matter how good he is, can be replaced...or bought. A good woman, on the other hand, is worth a hundred good men. You remember that, Ian. Yes sir. IAN I’ll remember. Not good for Van Kamp.
PORTER Cheeks, we’ll make it home in time for the party won’t we? Alexis will have my head if I’m late. CHEEKS Sure thing, Mr. P. No worries. Porter seems at ease for the first time. PORTER After do we this deal, I’m going to want you to move out West, look into starting up a software firm. IAN ...Okay, sure, Mr. Porter.
13. PORTER I remember Tori couldn’t stop talking about how much she loved California when she was out there for grad school. You two can settle out there... It’ll give me and Alexis a reason to get to the West Coast a couple times a year. IAN Sure thing, Boss. Ian glances in the rearview mirror, catches Cheeks’ smiling eyes. Just then, ALL HELL BREAKS LOSE! The Mercedes is slammed by another car at high speed. Airbags pop out, pinning a dazed Cheeks in his seat. EXT. PORTER’S MERCEDES – SAME ASSASSINS in ski caps with AK-47s jump out of two black SUVs around Porter’s car. Porter’s men are already out of their trailing car, blasting away with machine guns. Cheeks squeezes out of the Mercedes and is riddled with bullets. He drops to the snowy street, dead. Ian spills out of the car, crouching behind the door, his only shield. Porter steps out with a .45. He calmly blows away a couple of gunmen before taking a round to the shoulder. He grabs an AK-47 next to a dead assassin and opens up. The LEAD ASSASSIN shoots him in the chest. Ian sees this and tries to run. The lead assassin takes aim and shoots Ian in the leg. He howls in agony. We hear SIRENS approaching. The lead assassin steps up to a dying Porter, who peers into his killer’s eyes. PORTER F—you! The lead assassin calmly takes aim with a silenced handgun. CLOSE ON THE SILENCER as two rounds fire and we... SMASH TO BLACK. END OF TEASER
14. ACT ONE FADE IN: INT. MCMASTERS ADVERTISING AGENCY – NIGHT An elevator door opens and a Chinese DELIVERYMAN steps off with bags of takeout food. He crosses to a young, HIP RECEPTIONIST. We notice that the reception area is decorated with funky artwork reminiscent of the style in Tori’s loft. A STAFFER walks past in a hurry, almost colliding with the deliveryman before disappearing into an office. Though it’s nighttime, it could be midday judging from the buzz of activity in the narrow halls and small offices. DELIVERYMAN Here you go. That’s one sixty five eighteen...Plus tip. HIP RECEPTIONIST Thanks. She gives him a credit card. As he fills out the slip –
DELIVERYMAN Saving another big client? HIP RECEPTIONIST It’s Thursday, isn’t it? CAMERA tracks through the main corridor. In offices off to either side, we glimpse young staffers busily working. TORI’S OFFICE Tori, casually dressed with an artist’s flair, is critically regarding STORYBOARDS of an ad. MEGHAN, 27, and an obviously gay GREG, 25, stand beside her, anxiously awaiting her judgment. Tori takes off her designer glasses, gently pokes her bottom lip with a temple arm. MCMASTERS (O.S.) Well, does it have magic? Tori and her two staffers turn to PERRY MCMASTERS, 35, dashing Brit and namesake of the agency.
15. TORI “Magic” is not the word I had in mind. (Meghan’s and Greg’s faces fall, beat) “Brilliant” is what I was thinking. Meghan and Greg beam, relieved. McMasters smiles at Tori and it’s obvious his admiration goes beyond professional. MCMASTERS It seems our brilliant creative director and her crack team have saved our collective hides yet again. TORI It would seem so. MCMASTERS I’ll get on the phone to Mr. Thompson. It’s only five thirty on the West Coast. MEGHAN I’ll have Ruth clean up the file and upload it to the server right away. Meghan and Greg move past McMasters out of the office. stands in the doorway, his eyes glued on Tori. MCMASTERS What do you say we celebrate after I’m done talking to Kyle. A drink downstairs at Muskie’s? TORI Perry, I’m sorry but I can’t. MCMASTERS (raises hands in surrender) I’m talking strictly professional here, Victoria. Honestly... TORI I know, Perry, but I have plans. (cell phone RINGS) Speak of the Devil. Tori goes to her art table desk, finds her cell phone underneath a mess of drawings, and answers. He
16. INT. PORTER HOME – NIGHT Alexis holds a phone to her ear. Behind her we see a buzz of activity in a large, formal dining room as caterers busily put the finishing touches on a lavish spread. ALEXIS You’re lucky your father is running behind schedule, dear. INTERCUT: INT. TORI’S OFFICE – SAME TORI I’m sorry, Mom, but I’m on my way now. There shouldn’t be much traffic, so I’ll make it in under an hour...Mom, you’ll still talk to Dad with me and Ian after the party? ALEXIS Yes, of course I will dear. safely. Drive
Tori clicks off and begins gathering her things. MCMASTERS So things have gotten that serious between you and the mysterious Ian? TORI Yes, they have. MCMASTERS Well, he’s quite a lucky chap then...I seem to recall something about him being in the “software” business. She pauses and their eyes meet. TORI That’s right. MCMASTERS That’s a good business to be in these days, with everything so virtual. TORI (walks toward door) Yes, it is. Goodnight, Perry.
17. MCMASTERS Goodnight, Victoria. (then, before she passes) It is a good business to be in, isn’t it, Victoria? They stare at each other for a beat. She gets his meaning and understands his concern. Appreciates it. Then – TORI Don’t hesitate to call if there’s a problem with the Thompson file, Perry. She passes him and walks to the elevator. MCMASTERS (smiles, calls after her) You know I wouldn’t think of hesitating, Victoria. Their eyes meet as the elevator doors close. INT. MINI COOPER – MOVING – NIGHT Tori is behind the wheel, singing along to The Pretenders’ “Brass in Pocket” on the car stereo. A flurry of red brake lights urgently pop on up ahead. We become aware of SIRENS BLARING. Tori slows and stops. A convoy of police cars, tactical vans and ambulances rush past going in the opposite direction. Traffic starts to flow again. Sensing something bad, Tori switches to news radio. ANNOUNCER (V.O.) ...confirmed reports that reputed mob boss, Victor “Mad Dog” Porter, was gunned down earlier this evening on Chelsea Boulevard in Harbor City’s West End District. Porter and several of his men were killed in a wild shootout that left at least eight dead and... Tori grips the wheel tightly. Her heart races and her head spins. This can’t be happening! God this can’t be happening! OFF Tori’s stunned disbelief... EXT. PORTER HOME - NIGHT A McMansion in an affluent suburban neighborhood. the home it’s a media circus as satellite trucks, Outside
18. television cameras, photographers and reporters crowd the street, blocking the driveway. News helicopters circle overhead. BODYGUARDS with bulges in their overcoats patrol conspicuously. One of them looks up and sees a Mini Cooper slowly making its way past the throngs. He signals to another man and together they make a beeline to the end of the driveway and clear a path for the car to come in. INT. MINI COOPER – SAME Tori ignores the flashing cameras and shouted questions of REPORTERS who are jammed against her small car as she creeps past them toward the driveway of her parents’ home. EXT. DRIVEWAY – CONTINUOUS BODYGUARD #1 opens the door and Tori gets out. TORI Where’s my mother? BODYGUARD #1 She’s inside, Miss Porter. safe inside. They’re all
Tori strides to the house, leaving the bodyguard behind. INT. PORTER HOME – CONTINUOUS Subdued party guests crowd the elegant home. A BANNER: “Happy 50th Victor”. Tori passes guests and the banner without noticing them on her way to the LIVING ROOM Where we find Tina sitting in an oversized chair, bawling. BREE PERRILLO, 17, olive-skinned, pretty, tries to console her. Vic is next to Alexis on the sofa. He’s trying to be the Man of the Family, holding back tears, but he loses that battle when he looks up and sees Tori approaching. He stands and they embrace. She kisses him and wipes away his tears, then looks down at her mother. Alexis looks up at her with clear, sad eyes. She knew this day would come. Without a word between them, we know that Tori did too. LIVING ROOM – LATER Alexis peeks out the heavy curtains at the hordes outside.
19. ALEXIS (to herself) And we’re the mob? Tori comes behind her, puts a gentle hand on her shoulder. TORI Mom, you should go upstairs and rest. Alexis turns and looks at Vic and Tina, who has stopped crying but is still being cradled by Bree. Don’t worry. TORI I’ll take care of them.
Alexis looks into Tori’s eyes and only now realizes that not only has her daughter lost a father, she’s also lost the man she loves. She touches Tori’s face tenderly. ALEXIS Oh, Tori darling. EXT. PORTER HOME - NIGHT The wee hours. The street is empty. All the guests have left and the last of the news crews is packing up to leave. But bodyguards continue to make their presence known. INT. PORTER HOME, LIVING ROOM – SAME Tori is alone. She peeks out the heavy curtains, sees the circus has ended. For now. She goes to a table and pours herself a brandy. She takes a drink, then another. The warm, strong liquor allows her to sigh, and for the first time tears well up in her eyes. Just as one is about to roll down her cheek, Tori senses a presence behind her. WIDEN and we notice a SHADOWED FIGURE standing in the arched doorway. Tori turns and the figure steps into the light of the dimly lit room. FORTUNE DOUGLASS, 34, black, handsome, looks like he stepped off the cover of GQ. Tori crosses to him and throws her arms around his neck, buries her face in his shoulder. TORI Fortune... Oh, Fortune! FORTUNE Where else would I be? You came!
20. They look at each other. Her tears stream down but she doesn’t care: with him, it’s okay. He wipes them away, holds her face in his hands. FORTUNE Listen, I know this is tough, but you and Mrs. P, the kids, you’ll get through this. (she nods, beat) How ‘bout a little bit of good news on an awful day? (off her reaction) Ian made it. He’s alive. Tori can hardly believe it. Suddenly her tears of sorrow are tears of joy and, almost as quickly, tears of guilt. FORTUNE Hey...Tori, it’s okay. He would’ve wanted you to be happy about Ian. She embraces him tightly and the tears come again. EXT. GRAVESITE – DAY A crappy day for a funeral but dozens are in attendance to see Victor Porter laid to rest. INTERCUT television news coverage of somber mourners paying their respects: CNN REPORTER (V.O.) He was born in Harbor City’s tough West End and that’s where he met his demise. But in the half-century between his birth and violent death, Victor “Mad Dog” Porter rose to the heights of criminal society. Porter ran one of the most profitable units of the Syndicate’s five “outfits,” organized gangs that operate similarly to the Italian Mafia’s major crime families. The Porter outfit’s illicit operations range from drug trafficking, extortion, money laundering and illegal gambling, among other forms of racketeering. Porter’s meteoric rise up the list of “Who’s Who” in American crime began some thirty years ago, when the young tough’s brutality in Harbor City’s last big gang wars earned him notorious respect and the nickname “Mad Dog.”
21. THE PORTER FAMILY walks through a light snowfall toward waiting limousines. Ian, using a cane, and Fortune are with them. FRANK MARIN, 55, ruddy with an impressive shock of white hair, steps into their path. His wife ELLEN, late 40s, attractive but weary-looking, is with him. MARIN Alexis, my deepest sympathies. He takes her hand and kisses it respectfully, then acknowledges Tori, Tina and Vic with a nod each. ALEXIS Thank you, Frank, Ellen. much for coming. Thank you so
Ellen steps up and embraces her, kisses her cheeks. Marin moves close to Alexis, looks her square in the eyes. MARIN I swear on my mother, God rest her soul, that justice will be done. We see in Marin’s face that he’s a man who has seen – and done – things. Alexis knows that no response is required. She continues on to her limousine. As he passes, Fortune exchanges a brief look of acknowledgment with Marin. In the distance, Hsu, the determined G-man, watches the exchange between Marin and the Porters. INT. FBI OFFICES – DAY Hsu pulls off his overcoat as he enters. We remember MACGREGOR, 39 and stoic, from the surveillance operation. MACGREGOR Well, Boss? HSU What we expected. Hoods three levels deep from the five outfits showed up to tip their hats to “the Great Man”. MACGREGOR Sounds like a real tearfest. missed it. Sorry I
22. HSU I hope you found more important things to do with your time. INT. HSU’S OFFICE – CONTINUOUS Hsu takes a seat behind his messy, metal desk. MACGREGOR Zero contact by the bosses or any of their underbosses with Wu’s people since the hit. It’s looking like the Chinese decided they don’t need the Syndicate’s protection to make a market in microchips on the East Coast. HSU It just doesn’t figure. There’s no way Wu can land that much merchandise without Porter greasing the skids. Bumping him off doesn’t make sense. Agent JENKINS, an attractive, serious African-American woman in her early 30s, enters. JENKINS The chips are onboard the Morocco Star, due in port in two weeks. HSU No way the Syndicate lets that much cabbage spoil in some cargo container on a dock that they run. MACGREGOR What about your contact inside? Anything from him since the Porter hit? HSU Nothing that explains why the triad would whack him. JENKINS Now’d be a good time for him to earn that hazard pay. A year getting cozy inside the Porter outfit has got to pay off for us sooner or later. MACGREGOR Preferably sooner.
23. HSU Let me worry about our mole on the inside. A desk intercom BUZZES. Hsu punches the button.
HSU (to intercom) Yeah? FEMALE VOICE (O.S.) Your wife’s on line two. HSU (to intercom) Ex-wife. Jenkins and MacGregor are already on their way out. After they’ve left, Hsu takes a breath and picks up the phone. HSU Yeah, Liz, what is it? INT. MARIN MOTORS – DAY BMWs and Porsches gleam on the showroom floor. Frank Marin enters from outside and passes the vacant reception desk. He’s greeted with quiet respect by the staff as he makes his way across the floor. He nods politely back. NATE’S OFFICE NATE MARIN, 30, is pawing a SEXY RECEPTIONIST when Marin barges in, startling the amorous pair. MARIN Beat it. The receptionist leaves without a word. NATE Pop...I, I wasn’t expecting you. MARIN You think I made you general manager just so you can drill the help? NATE No, Pop, ‘course not. What can I do for you today?
24. MARIN You can tell me where the hell my money is. The Kuwaiti’s took delivery of six thousand Mercedes parts last week and we netted two hundred fifty grand. That’s right. myself. NATE I checked the books
MARIN (snarls) Figures. (off Nate’s confusion) You idiot! Stuff that hot should’ve brought in over three hundred grand! NATE But, Pop, that’s just it, it was too hot. We had to give ‘em a discount to move it that fast. I thought – Marin smacks Nate with a lighting-fast backhand. MARIN I don’t pay you to think! I pay you to get my freakin’ money! You got that?! NATE (rubbing his reddened face) Yeah, Pop. I’m sorry. MARIN You got that right...If you weren’t my son I’d put two in your head myself. (then) I put you here to make sure the parts get top dollar and that there’s no skimming. Now you put that peanutsized brain of yours to work figuring out how to get my fifty grand by the end of next week...or else. NATE Okay, Pop. I’ll work the books here at the dealership... MARIN Moron! I look like I care how you get the money?! Now get the hell out of here! I’ve got business to handle!
25. Nate pauses – it’s his office – but then he leaves. MARIN And while you’re out there, fire that slut receptionist. This is supposed to be a classy joint. After the door closes, Marin dials his cell phone. MARIN (into phone) The shipment’s due in four days. I want it stuck in customs after it lands. Show them chinks they still need us. (listens, then testily) I don’t give a rat’s ass how! Just do it! You’re Porter’s man, throw his name around to your people downtown. Let ’em know the time for mourning is over and it’s time to get back to business as usual. (listens) Listen, everything is going just the way it’s supposed to. You just keep holding up your end of things and everybody gets what they paid for. You’ll run the Porter outfit and I’ll get that ten million plus royalties from the triad. Marin closes his phone. OFF his cold look of greed we... FADE OUT. END OF ACT ONE
26. ACT TWO FADE IN: INT. PHYSICAL THERAPY ROOM – DAY Ian lay on a table while his THERAPIST, an Asian woman of about 30, stretches and massages his leg. Ian groans in pain as she does. The door opens and Tori comes in. TORI (smiling) He still being a big crybaby? THERAPIST Yes. IAN Admit it, you like inflicting pain. It’s how you get OWF! – The therapist pushes his leg down at an impossible angle. TORI I don’t know about her, but it’s pretty entertaining for me. He looks at Tori and they share a smile. INT. ROCCO’S BISTRO – LATE AFTERNOON A cozy out of the way place. Ian and Tori talk over wine. She stares pensively in her glass. TORI I still can’t believe he’s gone. He reaches over and puts his hand on hers. IAN I know... I miss him too. was a great man, Tori. Their eyes meet. Your father
Her expression changes slightly.
TORI My father was a killer and a thief...but I loved him...
27. She fights tears and looks away, out the window into the street. Parked directly across the street is an SUV. We recognize Bodyguard #1 behind the wheel. IAN The people who killed your father are going to pay. I promise you that, Tori. She turns her head and looks him in the eyes. TORI You think that’s what I want, Ian? More killing? I thought the plan was for us to get out. IAN It’s still the plan. I told you, your dad was going to set us up on the West Coast in a legitimate business. TORI Only you’ve got to take care of a little thing before we leave? (off his reaction) I know how it works, Ian. I’ve been part of this world a lot longer than you have. Since I was twelve I’ve known my father wasn’t just another “businessman.” (beat) I know what my father was, Ian. And I’m sorry for the pain and suffering that he caused. But I stopped feeling guilty for his sins years ago. All I want to remember about him is that he was a good father to me and my sister and brother, and that he truly wanted a better life for us. Now that he’s gone, Ian, maybe we can finally move out from under the dark cloud that covered him his whole life. EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING – SUNSET Ian and Tori enter the building arm in arm. The SUV with Bodyguard #1 and another Porter man parks out front. It’s clear they’re going to settle in for the night. CAMERA PANS across the street to a dark sedan. Behind the tinted windows someone else is also watching the building.
28. INT. IAN’S APARTMENT - LATER Ian rests on the sofa while Tori kneels on the floor, massaging his leg. Her hands stop around the gunshot wound. A beat as she stares at it. IAN Another inch or two to the left, I’m not here today. TORI I don’t even want to think about that. She resumes the massage. IAN You know, you’re almost better at that than Stacey. TORI Almost? (off his reaction) Don’t think I haven’t noticed the chemistry between you and her. IAN C’mon, babe, now you’re just being silly. She’s a physical therapist, not some sex parlor masseuse. She looks up at him, dead serious. TORI I’m not being silly and you know it. woman can sense these things, Ian. A
IAN There’s no “chemistry” between me and my therapist. Whatever it is you’re “sensing” is definitely one way and I’m definitely not interested. She shrugs, looks away. He reaches down and pulls her next to him on the sofa. Their faces are close. IAN Where’s this coming from, huh? TORI There’s nothing stopping you from fooling around now.
29. IAN That’s what you think? That I’ve been faithful to you because of your father? TORI A lot of father’s threaten to break a guy’s legs if he breaks his daughter’s heart. For my dad, the legs would’ve just been the beginning. IAN (cups her face with his hand) Guess that means I’ll have to work on my tough guy act if we have girls. He smiles and she melts into his kiss. INT. HIGH SCHOOL CORRIDOR – DAY Students dressed in typical private school uniforms move about the corridor on their way to classes. We find Tina and Bree talking at Tina’s locker. They’ve pushed the dress code to the limit, with skirts shorter, necklines lower and heels higher than any other girl we’ve seen. They’re smokin’ hot jail bait. Bree glances up. BREE Don’t look now but... BRAD (O.S.) Hello, ladies. Tina turns to face BRAD HOFSTRA, 18, dreamy jock type. TINA/BREE Hi, Brad. BRAD Sorry about your dad, Valentina. are you holding up? How
TINA Better now. Thanks. (then) So are you going up to your folks’ place in New Hampshire this weekend? BRAD Sure. Why? You thinking about doing a little skiing?
30. TINA A little...and a few other things. BRAD (getting her drift) Nice. Well maybe we’ll hook up on the slopes then. TINA Maybe we will. Brad heads off down the corridor. Tina and Bree share a knowing smile. Just then, Vic comes up to them. VIC Are you smoking crack again? No way is Mom going to let you go to New Hampshire after what happened to Dad. Tina slams her locker shut and rolls her eyes as she walks away with Bree. Vic tags behind. VIC Seriously, Tina, you can’t go. TINA Says who? VIC Says Mom when she finds out. TINA Who says she’s going to find out? EXT. HIGH SCHOOL PORTICO – CONTINUOUS As the three walk along we see the trappings of an exclusive, upper echelon prep school. VIC Even you’re not that stupid. You seriously think you’re going to sneak all the way up to New Hampshire, stay for a long weekend and Mom’s not going to figure it out? TINA We’ll fix it with Bree’s folks so she thinks I’m staying at Bree’s house.
31. Bree reacts. That’s news to her. BREE Really? TINA (looks at her) It’s okay, right? BREE Um, well... VIC No, it’s not okay! I can’t believe you, Tina. Not only are you reckless with your own life, you don’t even give a shit about putting your best friend and her family in danger too. All so you can hook up with some joker in a letterman jacket. Tina stops and faces her younger brother. TINA Look, Dad may be dead but he sure as hell didn’t leave you in charge, “Junie,” especially not of me. VIC I told you to stop calling me that! Whatever. TINA “Junie.”
VIC I’m the man of the family now and you should show me some respect. TINA Please! BREE Tina, Vic does have a point. I mean, about it maybe not being so safe. Oh! TINA Don’t encourage him!
They come to a black Mercedes sedan and a bodyguard opens the rear door. Tina climbs into the back seat, followed by Bree and then Vic. The door is closed and they drive off.
32. EXT. WEST END SAVINGS AND LOAN – DAY A black Mercedes sedan pulls up to an old art deco bank building in a run down part of town. Fortune gets out of the back seat, flips up the collar of his overcoat against the cold, and walks into the building. INT. BANK CONFERENCE ROOM – DAY Porter’s underbosses sit around a large meeting table: Van Kamp, Ian, Boothe, KREIGER, 40s, and COBURN, 30s. Van Kamp has assumed the mantle of leadership. VAN KAMP Look, its simple math. If we don’t do a deal with the Chinese, we’re out ten million. Now as much as I hate that bastard Wu for whacking Victor, the fact is it was business, not personal. Victor’s terms for the deal were unreasonable. The Chinese did what they felt they had to do to negotiate more reasonable terms. We would’ve done the same thing in their shoes. KREIGER We’re still in the driver’s seat. They need our protection to clear customs and the clock’s ticking. The shipment is due in port in less than 48 hours. So we don’t have to give away the whole store to seal a deal with them. Ian shifts uncomfortably. It’s not his wounded leg.
VAN KAMP You’ve got something on your mind, Sommers, spit it out. IAN I’m just thinking of the message it sends to the other outfits. Our boss gets hit in a public way and we don’t retaliate at all? I know I’m not in the muscle end of the business, but it shows weakness. We could end up taking it in the shorts from the other outfits and the Chinese too.
33. COBURN I’m with Ian on this. We’re supposed to just let those slope-eyed bastards come into our town and pound us in the ass without so much as a kiss goodnight? We’ve got to take back a little respect before we do any deals. VAN KAMP Listen, I appreciate the sentiment. I was your age once too, you know. That was around the last time we had a war. The cops get stupid, politicians get scared and a lot of people who pay us get dead. Trust me, nobody wins. Fortune enters. He’s one smooth dude. FORTUNE My apologies. VAN KAMP How’re things downtown?
FORTUNE Mayor O’Dell sends his regards. VAN KAMP He’s a good man. BOOTHE I voted for him three times in the last election. VAN KAMP The boys and me were just discussing our options with the Chinese. I say it’s time we bury the dead and make some money. Sommers and Coburn here say we ought to teach our little yellow friends a lesson before we invite them to the table. You went to Princeton, graduated Harvard Law, what would you advise us to do, Fortune? Fortune takes a couple of beats, but only for effect. FORTUNE I don’t have to tell you gentlemen how delicate the situation is. By their (MORE)
34. FORTUNE (CONT’D.) actions, the Chinese have already demonstrated that they’re willing to take a short-term profit loss and shop around for another partner. If we seek revenge, it’ll mean all out war. COBURN But the other bosses will back us. They know what happened to Victor can happen to them if they do nothing. FORTUNE If we go to war with Wu and the triad, the other bosses will have ten million reasons to become Switzerland. IAN So you’re saying we forget about what they did to Victor and do the deal? FORTUNE I’m saying we do the deal...it’s what I would’ve advised Victor to do. Silence as Fortune’s words hang heavy in the room. AN HOUR LATER The meeting ended, the underbosses file out of the room. VAN KAMP Fortune, can I have a minute? FORTUNE Sure. VAN KAMP Thanks for the support on the deal. FORTUNE Like I said, it’s the smart play. Victor would do the same thing. VAN KAMP I know he cut you out of the microchip deal. I want you to know I was against him doing that. A man of your talent and intellect should reap the benefits of a deal this big, especially after all you’ve contributed to the outfit.
35. FORTUNE Victor had his reasons. I respected that. And he was the Boss. VAN KAMP Smart and a good soldier. It’s why Victor relied on you so heavily...It’s why I’m going to rely on you too. FORTUNE Whatever I can do to help. VAN KAMP (smiles, satisfied) Tell me something, Fortune. You knew about Victor’s scheme to go legit? FORTUNE I knew he was figuring the angles. VAN KAMP And he asked for your advice, right? What did you advise him to do? FORTUNE I told him this isn’t a Hollywood movie where you wake up and find yourself in another life. We all made our choices. VAN KAMP You know I respected the hell out of Victor. But that crazy scheme of his was going to land us all broke, in prison or dead... Stick with me, Fortune, and you’ll get rich, never go to jail and live for a long, long time. INT. FORTUNE’S SEDAN – MOVING – AFTERNOON In the back seat, Fortune holds a cell phone to his ear. FORTUNE (into phone) We need to meet. You know the place. He clicks off and stares pensively out the window as we... FADE OUT. END OF ACT TWO
36. ACT THREE FADE IN: INT. STARBUCKS - DAY Tori and Tina sip lattes at a corner table. TORI I agree with Vic. It’s too risky. should know better, Tina. You
TINA We’re civilians, Tori. Besides, we’ve got so many gorillas around us it’s starting to feel like we’re in the zoo. She glances out the window at Bodyguard #1. Who says rules as get with close to TORI the triad plays by the same the Syndicate? If you want to this Brad guy do it here, home where there’s protection.
TINA Maybe you don’t mind a bunch of crooked-nosed goons spying on you when you and Ian bump bellies, but I prefer to do my lovin’ in private. TORI That’s not what I heard. TINA I suppose Junie told you about that, too. Little rat...So I like to have fun? You didn’t when you were my age? TORI If by “fun” you mean getting coked up and hosting an orgy by our pool when I was sixteen, no, I didn’t. Tina shoots her a resentful glare. TORI Look, Tina, I’m not judging. I just don’t want you to get hurt or to worry Mom unnecessarily. She’s been through enough already.
37. EXT. STARBUCKS – LATER Tina and Tori hug and kiss goodbye. Tori watches her get into a Porsche Boxster and pull off. A black SUV trails. Tori turns and walks down the street. Bodyguard #1 follows. ACROSS THE STREET we notice the same sedan that was parked across from Ian’s apartment. After a couple of beats, it pulls out of its parking spot and follows Tori. INT. HIGH SCHOOL CORRIDOR - DAY Vic and two of his BUDDIES walk down the corridor talking. He says something to them and peels away, headed to the boys bathroom. A couple of beats after Vic enters, a JANITOR comes into frame and places an “Out of Order” sign on the door. INT. BOYS BATHROOM – CONTINUOUS Vic is in a stall taking a wicked dump. The Janitor, who we now see is athletic and in his 30s, walks to the stall door and pulls a BIG GUN with a silencer from his jumpsuit. He points it at the stall door – INSIDE STALL Vic takes a big wad of tissue and wipes his ass. THE JANITOR as his finger tightens on the trigger – a garrote is flung around his neck and jerked tightly. The Janitor’s hand flies up and he reflexively pulls the trigger. INSIDE STALL Bullets explode through the door, just missing Vic’s head and smashing into the porcelain tile. VIC Shit! THE JANITOR struggles mightily against his ATTACKER, a man in his early 30s, medium build but obviously very strong. The janitor points the gun over his shoulder and fires, missing. The attacker jerks the noose again and the gun falls to the
38. floor with a clack, firing another round. The janitor fights like a madman, smashing his body and his attacker’s body against the walls and stall doors. Vic sticks his head out of the stall and sees the men fighting furiously. He’s about to make a run for it when the men fall against the exit door, blocking Vic’s escape. He scrambles to a corner of the bathroom, not knowing what else to do. Finally, the attacker viciously bashes the janitor’s head into a urinal repeatedly. The janitor falls to his knees. Now it’s the attacker who reaches into his leather jacket and pulls out a silenced gun. He takes a step back, points it at the back of the janitor’s head, pulls the trigger. Vic watches, more fascinated than frightened, as the janitor’s brains, flesh and skull bits splatter onto the urinal and his body slumps to the floor. The attacker turns his head and looks at Vic with piercing gray eyes. INT. WHOLE FOODS MARKET - DAY The Porter family’s Filipina cook, CORINNE, 55, squeezes a zucchini. Alexis comes up to her with the shopping cart. ALEXIS I think we’ve got everything. CORINNE These aren’t good for my zucchini bread. Not good at all. I told you we should go to the Farmer’s Market. They have the best vegetables. ALEXIS Oh, you’ll make due, Corinne, you always do. CORINNE Okay, but I don’t want to hear any complaints. Corinne shrugs and tosses the zucchini in the basket. Alexis smiles. It’s clear from their body language that the women have a close but prickly relationship.
39. EXT. WHOLE FOODS MARKET – DAY Alexis and Corinne exit and go to a waiting Mercedes sedan. Two bodyguards appear; BODYGUARD #2 opens the rear door for the women, the other takes the shopping cart and heads to the open trunk. Alexis stops, remembering something. ALEXIS I promised Vic he could have hot caramel on his ice cream tonight. CORINNE (turns to go back inside) I’ll get it. ALEXIS No, I’ll go back in. I know exactly what he likes and where to find it. CORINNE (harrumphs) Like I don’t? Alexis makes a face, smiles and goes back inside, followed by Bodyguard #2. Corinne frowns, shakes her head disapprovingly then gets in the back seat. INT. WHOLE FOODS MARKET – CONTINUOUS Alexis is searching the frozen desserts section. We hear a loud BOOM then SCREAMS and sounds of panic. Alexis looks toward the front of the store. Bodyguard #2 moves close and takes her arm. BODYGUARD #2 Stay here, Mrs. P. EXT. WHOLE FOODS MARKET – CONTINUOUS Bodyguard #2 pushes through the shocked bystanders to find the Mercedes ablaze, blown up by a car bomb. Inside we see the burning bodies of Corinne and the other bodyguard. Alexis makes her way out, stands beside Bodyguard #2 and looks on in stunned horror. ALEXIS Oh my God... Corinne...
40. INT. PORSCHE BOXSTER – MOVING – DAY The stereo blares as Tina weaves through downtown traffic. She checks her rearview mirror and we see the black SUV with her bodyguards trying to keep up. She looks ahead at a yellow traffic light. She guns it just as the light turns red, flying through the intersection, narrowly misses being broadsided by a truck. She looks in the rearview again... EXT. INTERSECTION – SAME The black SUV is stuck at the light as cross traffic passes. Inside the bodyguards react. “F--!” INT. PORSCHE BOXSTER – MOVING – SAME Tina smiles to herself and cruises on. INT. MCMASTERS ADVERTISING AGENCY – DAY Tori steps off the elevator, latte in hand. comes toward her, slipping on his overcoat. TORI Aren’t we meeting on the Stay Soft account in ten minutes? MCMASTERS Maybe you are, but I’ve got a more pressing engagement. TORI What’s her name? MCMASTERS Jealous are we? Anyway, those “brainstorming” meetings are boring as bloody hell. (punches button, doors open) I don’t need to see the sausage being made, Tori. I’m sure you and your creative geniuses will serve up something delicious when I return. He gets in the elevator, turns and winks at her. She can only shake her head as the elevator doors close on him. McMasters
41. HIP RECEPTIONIST I guess having your name on the door has its privileges. Yeah, I guess. TORI Any messages?
HIP RECEPTIONIST (hands over message slips) Ms. Butler at Stay Soft, your manicurist confirmed your appointment for tonight...And of course, Ian. Tori gives her a look as she takes the message slips. HIP RECEPTIONIST Are we ever going to meet this hunk of a man or do you plan on hiding him forever? TORI How do you know he’s a hunk? never seen him. You’ve
HIP RECEPTIONIST But I talk to him almost every day and believe me, I can tell. Even through the phone, I can tell. Tori smiles, turns and walks off down the hallway. INT. MEETING ROOM – LATER Tori and the CREATIVE STAFF are brainstorming ideas for the Stay Soft campaign. Sketches and catch phrases are strewn all about the walls and whiteboards. In this scene, we see that Tori has an easy rapport with her coworkers and that they genuinely like and admire her despite her mob ties. INT. RECEPTION AREA – SAME The elevator doors open and a BIKE MESSENGER steps off and goes to the Hip Receptionist. They have a pleasant but efficient exchange and he leaves a shoebox-sized PACKAGE. The Hip Receptionist takes the package down the hall to –
42. INT. TORI’S OFFICE – CONTINUOUS The Hip Receptionist places the package in the center of Tori’s artist’s drawing board, which serves as her desk. The office still has floral arrangements from those who paid their respects to her father. As the Hip Receptionist exits, HOLD on the package. INT. METING ROOM – LATE AFTERNOON The Creative staff is laughing, none more heartily than their boss, Tori. Greg continues his ribald joke: GREG ...And I said to him, “Honey, it may be called ‘Stay Soft’, but women put it on so men can stay hard and that’s what I need from you right now!” After the laughter dies down, Meghan and Tori share a look, then a smile. Meghan’s happy that her boss is getting back to normal. TORI Alright...I think that’s a sign that we’ve run out of ideas for the afternoon. We’ve got enough solid concepts to share with Perry when he comes in. Jane, would you mind checking to see if he’s back yet? JANE, a cute redhead, makes her way through the agency. She pokes her head in McMasters’ office. Empty. She continues to reception. The Hip Receptionist ends a call. JANE Any ETA on when Perry is due back? HIP RECEPTIONIST Nope. Must be a redhead this time. He usually takes more time with redheads. The elevator doors open and off step two men: Fortune Douglass and the attacker from Vic’s high school bathroom, still just as lethal looking. He is BORIS SIMONOVA. They bring an ominous vibe. The girls tense with anxiety. HIP RECEPTIONIST (haltingly) Can I help you gentlemen?
43. FORTUNE We need to see Victoria Porter. away, please. They pause, wanting to protect Tori. HIP RECEPTIONIST I...I can see if she’s...in. should I say – Who
FORTUNE (smooth but direct) Miss, I know she’s here. You’ll be doing her a favor if you’d just tell me where she is. Now. Please. The girls are frozen with fear. TORI (O.S.) Fortune! Tori is coming down the hall with the Creative staff. Hip Receptionist and Jane look at her with dread. TORI What are you doing here? FORTUNE Tori, we have to leave. Now. What? TORI But I’ve got – The
He takes her arm and guides her toward the elevator. Fortune! TORI What’s going on?
The Hip Receptionist is about to dial 9-1-1 but one look into Boris’ cold, killer’s eyes and she freezes. FORTUNE Tell you later. Tori! MEGHAN What do you want us to do?!
TORI It’s alright, Meghan. Everybody, it’s alright.
44. The elevator doors open and Fortune, Tori and Boris get in. Immediately after the doors close, the Hip Receptionist dials 9-1-1 as the other staffers fret. INT./EXT. GROUND FLOOR LOBBY – MINUTES LATER A few people file out of the elevator. Fortune, Tori and Boris come out and move quickly through the lobby and out the revolving doors to the sidewalk. TORI You need to tell me what’s going on, Fortune! Not later, now! MCMASTERS is walking down the sidewalk. He sees Tori and his smile quickly turns to a look of concern as he clocks the tense exchange between her and Fortune. Then – KABOOM! McMasters, Tori, Fortune, Boris and everyone on the sidewalk look up. Ten stories above, the windows in the McMasters Agency are blown out by a massive bomb explosion. People take cover on the street from the debris raining down. When McMasters looks for Tori, all he sees is a black SUV speeding away. EXT. SAFE HOUSE – ESTABLISHING - SUNSET A rustic home on a rocky cape facing the bay. ON PIXELATED TV SCREEN Images of the aftermath of the bombing: rescue workers helping the wounded, the dead being rolled out in body bags on stretchers, survivors shell shocked and crying. NEWS ANNOUNCER (V.O.) ...the explosion left six people dead and more than a dozen wounded, many of them employees of the McMasters Advertising Agency. No demands have been made, but Police have not ruled out terrorism in the worst bombing episode in Harbor City’s history... Perry McMaster’s appears on screen, overwhelmed with grief.
45. INT. SAFE HOUSE – SUNSET Tori stands in front of the large plasma screen t.v., numbly watching news coverage of the bombing. When McMasters appears on screen it’s too much for her. She flicks off the set and wipes tears from her reddened eyes. A door closes behind her and she turns to Fortune. FORTUNE Your mom’s asleep and Vic’s resting in his room. How are you holding up? TORI This doesn’t make any sense, Fortune! We’re civilians! No one in the Syndicate violates that rule. No one. I don’t believe Van Kamp would approve a hit on my family. FORTUNE It was hard for me to get my head around too, Tori. But it’s the only explanation that makes sense. TORI Why?! Why, Fortune?! My father was good to his men, especially Van Kamp! Fortune stares at her for a beat, then moves to a bar. FORTUNE Drink? TORI Yeah, sure. FORTUNE (as he pours) Four years down at Smith, then grad school out West, I’m surprised you followed the business so closely. He hands her a glass of brandy. He holds a scotch-rocks.
FORTUNE Or was this knowledge gained more recently? Say the last year or so? TORI Of course Ian and I talk. lovers do, Fortune. That’s what
46. FORTUNE Not if they’re in this business. Beat. There’s deep meaning in this exchange. She takes a drink and he motions for them to sit on the sofa. FORTUNE Your father put together a plan to move out of the rackets in five years. The triad microchip deal would net twenty million dollars, enough to cash the Porter outfit out of the Syndicate and begin investing in legal businesses. Van Kamp was against the plan. He knew there was always more money to be made running our illicit operations than going straight. So he negotiated a bogus deal with the Chinese: he told them your father’s asking price for his political and commercial protection was ten million. Van Kamp misled both sides enough so that by the time they got to the negotiating table they were too far apart to make a deal that either side could live with. TORI So he arranges a hit on my father after the deal goes bad and makes it look like the triad is behind it. FORTUNE Yes, and – TORI (interrupts) And rather than start a war and risk missing out on their cut of ten million dollars, the other four outfits stay on the sidelines until somebody has the sense to let bygones be bygones and do a deal with Chinese. Fortune looks at her, impressed. FORTUNE You learn to think like that from your mob boyfriend? TORI My mob boss father.
47. A knock on the door. Boris enters, whispers in Fortune’s ear then turns and exits. Tori eyes him curiously throughout the exchange. FORTUNE Good news. We’ve found Tina at that ski lodge in New Hampshire. TORI So your man is on his way up there to get her now? FORTUNE Boris? No, Boris is your man. stays with you from now on. He
TORI But if he’s as good as you say he is – ex-Russian Special Forces, Bratva, etcetera – that’s who I want to bring my sister back home safely. FORTUNE Trust me, Tina will be in good hands. And so will you. EXT. CONDO PATIO – NIGHT Tina and Brad are in the hot tub, kissing passionately. In the b.g., through the sliding glass wall door, we see Bree and RICK, 19, necking on the sofa inside the condo. INT. CONDO – CONTINUOUS Rick runs his hand underneath Bree’s skirt. away, again. RICK C’mon, Bree, baby... BREE No, Rick...please. Rick presses his muscular body against her. Bree reaches between his legs and he think’s he’s won. Then – RICK (in agony) Owwwww! She nudges it
48. Bree pushes him off of her and gets to her feet. holding his balls with both hands. Jesus! RICK You little tease! BREE I told you no! RICK Why’d you invite me up here if you didn’t want to hook up?! She grabs his coat and throws it at him. BREE Don’t let the doorknob hit you on the way out, “Playa.” Rick’s pain and frustration turn to anger and humiliation. He lunges off the sofa and grabs Bree. She screams. EXT. CONDO DECK – CONTINUOUS Tina hears Bree’s scream and pulls away from Brad. BRAD What? Oh c’mon, beautiful. just having fun in there... INT. CONDO - CONTINUOUS Rick has Bree pinned against the wall, trying to force himself on her from behind. She shouts a Spanish expletive, stomps on the top of his foot, spins around and knees him in the balls. Rick keels over onto the floor. Tina rushes in with a towel wrapped around her. SUDDENLY, the front door of the condo bursts open. Two HOODS rush in. Brad comes in from the deck and immediately raises his hands, scared shitless. Bree glances at her purse on the chair. HOOD #1 clocks her and senses danger. HOOD #1 Don’t even think about it, sister. TINA Who are you?! They’re Rick is
49. HOOD #2 Mr. Douglass sent us. We’re here to take you to your mother, Miss Porter. BRAD Jesus, I didn’t even touch her. Tina, tell them I didn’t even touch you! TINA Oh shut up, Brad! HOOD #1 (wraps his coat around Tina) Sorry, no time to get your things. TINA What about, Bree? We can’t just leave her with these assholes. HOOD #2 Sorry, Miss Porter. Sorry, Miss Perrillo. They hurry Tina out of the condo. assholes as we... Bree looks at the two FADE OUT. END OF ACT THREE
50. ACT FOUR FADE IN: EXT. CROWN AND ANCHOR SALOON – NIGHT A cozy joint full of West End locals. BACK ROOM Van Kamp and Alderman FITCH DUNLEVY, early 40s, conservative, ambitious, talk over cigars and whiskey. Cigar smoke hangs in the dimly lit room. DUNLEVY Mayor O’Dell hasn’t exactly covered himself in glory after this bombing downtown.... Still, campaigning against an incumbent with powerful friends is an expensive proposition... Beat. VAN KAMP Well, as you can see, the Porter outfit’s undergone a few changes recently... What if I were to tell you we’re interested in a change at City Hall? And that we’d be willing to put our influence with the unions and the media behind a new, younger, more “visionary” candidate? DUNLEVY I’d say that candidate would be very grateful for the support. I’d also ask what, exactly, that candidate would be expected to do to repay such a debt. VAN KAMP A certain shipment is stuck on a freighter in the harbor. It needs to get unstuck. If memory serves, you’re chairman of the Port Authority Committee, correct? DUNLEVY Yes, but whatever this shipment is, it would still have to pass U.S. Customs once it was cleared to make port.
51. VAN KAMP One of the advantages of having friends in the outfit is that we have friends everywhere. And our friends help each other. (beat) So, Alderman, would you like to be our friend? A long beat as Dunlevy takes a sip of his whiskey and a puff of his cigar. Finally – DUNLEVY You can never have enough friends in politics. A sly smile curls Van Kamp’s lips and just as it does the door BURSTS open. Van Kamp and Dunlevy turn and their eyes go wide with fright. CLOSE ON A SILENCED SIG 550 MACHINE GUN MUZZLE as it opens fire. Reverse to see Van Kamp and Dunlevy on the floor, dead. hear the footsteps of their assassin exit the room. INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT A stylish room with a magnificent high-rise view of Harbor City’s skyline. We find Fortune and a beautiful black woman post-coital in bed. A cell phone RINGS and he takes it from the night table, answers. FORTUNE (into phone) Yes? He reacts, gives the woman a look. She gets out of bed and exits to the bathroom without a word. FORTUNE (into phone) When? (listens) Any ideas who? (listens) No, don’t do anything. We
I’m on my way.
52. INT. CROWN AND ANCHOR, BACK ROOM – NIGHT The room is now a police crime scene. CSI and homicide DETECTIVES hover over the bodies of Van Kamp and Dunlevy. FBI Agents Hsu and MacGregor stroll in unannounced and, as far as DET. GOLDBLUM is concerned, uninvited. DET. GOLDBLUM This is a city matter. HSU Danny, you sound unhappy to see me. DET. GOLDBLUM Very perceptive, Hsu. Guess that’s why you Feds make the big bucks. Hsu walks over, looks down at the bodies impassively. HSU A crooked pol gets whacked, it’s city business. A crooked pol gets whacked with a Syndicate underboss, it’s my business. DET. GOLDBLUM Maybe it’s your business but it’s my investigation. HSU Just like the Porter hit? How’s that investigation goin’ by the way? DET. GOLDBLUM (clocking Hsu’s criticism) It’s goin’. MACGREGOR (casual) Yeah, nowhere. Goldblum and the local cops react. DET. GOLDBLUM You got something to say, MacGregor, say it. MacGregor shrugs.
53. DET. GOLDBLUM It’s a small sandbox we got here, MacGregor. You ought to watch where you piss. MACGREGOR I’ll keep that in mind, Goldblum. HSU So what do you think, Danny? Somebody got a special beef with the Porter outfit? DET. GOLDBLUM Could be. I hear Mad Dog got crosswise with a few Chinese nationals. They could be out for revenge. MACGREGOR (sarcastic) Really, Detective? That’s what you hear. OFF Goldblum glowering at MacGregor... EXT. CROWN AND ANCHOR, CITY STREET – NIGHT Hsu and MacGregor walk to their car. MACGREGOR The one thing I hate more than a crooked cop – well, actually there’s nothing I hate more than a crooked cop. Hsu isn’t listening. He’s already on his cell phone.
HSU (into phone) Listen, I need intel and I need it fast. (listens, then irritated) Then get back in touch! Look, with Mad Dog and his top guy out of the picture, the two people inside the Syndicate who knew the most about the microchip deal are dead. But there’s got to be a reason why whoever’s doing the killing wants the Porter family out of the picture too. I want to know why.
54. EXT. SAFE HOUSE – NIGHT Tori stands with her back to the house, looking pensively onto the bay. The full moon makes it a beautiful sight. Fortune comes up behind her and drapes a leather jacket over her shoulders. TORI How is he? FORTUNE Ian’s fine. And he knows you’re safe. I’m sorry you can’t talk to him, but until – TORI I know the drill, Fortune. It’s not the first time my family’s gone under ground. Tina and Vic are too young to remember, but I have vivid memories, unfortunately. (then, focused) So now what? Even if Van Kamp was involved in the hit on my father, it’s obvious he’s not the one pulling the strings. And we know it’s not the triad. Every day those microchips float in the harbor is a day they’re out millions of dollars. Fortune takes a drag on a cigarette. closely. She watches him
FORTUNE So the other bosses didn’t just sit on the sideline waiting for somebody else in the Porter outfit to do the deal. At least one of them decided to do one of his own... TORI ...Only none of them has the political clout that Daddy had, so the only way to level the field and lower the price tag was to immobilize the Porter outfit and keep the merchandise out of the triad’s reach long enough to force a deal with better terms. And of the four remaining bosses...
55. FORTUNE Marin. They look at each other. Beat.
TORI If it is Marin – and none of the other bosses would’ve had the nerve to even think of killing my father – he obviously feels he has to eliminate my whole family in order to consolidate the Porter outfit into his own. The only way that the other bosses would allow that is if there’s enough profit in it for them... But if he doesn’t do the deal and – FORTUNE (interrupts) And he’s exposed for going civilians... (off her knowing Okay, so you’ve dreamed up Just how do you propose we executing it?
after nod) a solution. go about
TORI We do a deal with the triad before he can. FORTUNE Look, Victoria, my only job right now is to keep you and your family safe. I don’t have time to negotiate with the Chinese. TORI Who said anything about you doing the negotiating? Something so ludicrous calls for a deep drag on his cigarette. TORI (re: cigarette) You really should stop. Those things will kill you.
56. EXT. MARIN MOTORS – DAY A Mercedes pulls into the parking lot and Frank Marin steps out of the back seat. Before he makes it to the entrance he looks up at Hsu and MacGregor approaching. MARIN Well, if it isn’t Charlie Chan and his Number One son. Top ‘O the Mornin’ to you, boys. HSU Top of the morning to you, Frank. MacGregor nods glumly. MARIN So what brings you here? Finally interested in trading in that old Hyundai for a real automobile? I’m sure I can put you in one of these babies without landing you in the poor house...or in Leavenworth. HSU No thanks, Frank, but I appreciate the offer. We just stopped by to pass along a little information. MARIN Oh, really? I’m curious as to what kind of information the FBI would have that would be of interest to an honest car dealer like myself? HSU Well, I understand that there’s been a lot of talk – in certain business circles – about a shipment of some kind that’s been stuck in the harbor. MARIN Mercedes, Porsches...Audis? HSU Not exactly. In any event, word is the shipment cleared Customs early this morning. Apparently, with so many mobsters dropping dead lately, the wheels of bureaucracy were free to turn on their own.
57. MARIN Again, I wonder, how any of this could possibly matter to me? HSU Oh, maybe it doesn’t. If not, I’m sure you don’t care that, at least according to my sources, a deal for the shipment was made this morning. Marin expertly covers his concern. MARIN Like I said, Charlie, if it doesn’t concern luxury automobiles, it doesn’t concern me. (then, brightly) Now, you sure I can’t have one of my guys take you on a test drive? You’d look great behind the wheel of the new Nine Fifty. INT. MARIN’S OFFICE – MINUTES LATER Marin is on his cell phone, livid. MARIN What do you mean you don’t know?! I pay you to know, damnit! You think setting Porter up was the end of your job?! Well it was just the beginning! (listens) Porter owns the politicians that I want to own! They’re the only outfit that could’ve moved a shipment that hot through Customs! Your job was to tell me what’s going on in that outfit! How the hell could this happen without you knowing?! INT. HIGH-RISE CONSTRUCTION SITE – EARLIER (DAWN) On the concrete floor in front of an empty shaft we see “25th floor” spray-painted in orange. A construction elevator rises into the shaft. The triad leader Wu, his interpreter and five other triad hoods file off. Reverse to find Tori, Fortune and Boris waiting. Wu and the interpreter cross to them as the hoods spread out, keeping their eyes peeled for danger.
58. Wu glances at Tori – she’s dressed all in black – then levels his eyes at Fortune. He speaks in Chinese and his interpreter translates. FORTUNE Actually, my Boss is responsible for getting your shipment into port. She’s known the mayor since she was a child. (looks at Tori) I’d like to introduce you to Victoria Porter, Victor Porter’s daughter. She has full authority to act on behalf of all our business endeavors. Wu fixes his eyes on Tori again; she holds his stare. WU (in Chinese, subtitled) Hmmph! The best position for a woman in business is bent over a desk with her skirt hiked over her ass. TORI (in Chinese, subtitled) Any man I do business with will be satisfied, regardless of the position I choose to take. The question, Mr. Wu, is will I be satisfied doing business with you? Fortune is just as stunned as everyone else, but covers his surprise at learning that Tori speaks fluent Chinese. Wu and his interpreter look at her with different eyes. Tori turns and walks to a makeshift project table, sits in a chair and crosses her legs for effect. She looks at Wu. TORI (in Chinese, subtitled) Gentlemen, shall we discuss terms? INT. TORI’S MERCEDES SEDAN – MOVING – ONE HOUR LATER Fortune and Tori are in the back seat. He’s staring at her, only now revealing his astonishment. FORTUNE You speak Chinese?! TORI Actually, that was Mandarin.
59. FORTUNE When’d you learn “Mandarin?”
TORI Grad school in San Francisco. I took an accelerated language course one summer... Of course, sleeping with my tutor helped me master the dialects. FORTUNE He must’ve been one hell of a teacher. TORI Yes...she was. She looks at him, enjoying his befuddlement. INT. MARIN’S MERCEDES SEDAN – MOVING – DAY Marin broods in the back seat. His cell phone rings and he answers it immediately, ready to open up with all barrels. MARIN (into phone) Well! (realizes, softens) Fortune? Congratulations on the deal with the Chinese! I always knew you were the brains in Porter’s outfit. (listens, beat) Certainly. Of course. I’m glad to hear she wants to do the right thing. Let me assure you, the bosses will appreciate fairness on this. (listens) Yes, sure. I think that’s a great idea! Terrific symbolism! It’s obvious that Victor’s investment in your education and grooming is paying off, even after he’s gone. Well done, Fortune. Well done. He flips his phone closed and his phony smile melts into a foul grimace. INT. SAFE HOUSE, TINA’S ROOM - SUNSET Tina is on her bed speaking in hushed tones on her cell phone. She stops abruptly at a knock on the door.
60. VIC (O.S.) Tina, Mom wants us all down for dinner. TINA Alright, I’ll be down in just a sec. VIC (O.S.) She said now. TINA Bite me, ‘tard! Vic barges in. He stops in his tracks when he sees that she’s on the phone. What the hell?! TINA Who do you think –
VIC What the hell do you think you’re doing?! No phones, Tina! TINA (jumps up and closes door) Shut up! Stop yelling! It’s just Bree, you ape. VIC It doesn’t matter who it is. You know the rules, no phones. They can be tracked on GPS. TINA C’mon, Junie! We haven’t talked in days. How was I supposed to know if she was even alright after what happened up at the lodge? He grabs the phone from her. She’s about to fight for it, but something about him has changed. He’s not her “little” brother anymore. Vic turns off the phone and pockets it. VIC Sorry, Tina, but the family comes first. You should know that. They stare at each other for a couple of beats, then she opens the door and heads downstairs for dinner.
61. INT. SAFE HOUSE, DEN – NIGHT Fortune and Tori sit across from each other on sofas. fire is dying in the fireplace. FORTUNE It’s where Marin met your father ten years ago to pledge his loyalty. They met outside, like in the old days. But he won’t bother making it to this meeting. You understand that, right? TORI Yes, I do. Even though we outsmarted him on the microchip deal, he still underestimates us. And that’s his Achilles heel; his ego. It’s a very common weakness in men. She smiles, then senses there’s something he’s not saying. TORI What is it, Fortune? FORTUNE (beat) You trust me on this? She looks in his eyes for a long beat and we know there’s history there we’ll have to learn about some other time. TORI I trust you on this. A knock on the door and they turn as Boris enters. He whispers in Fortune’s ear, then hands him a DIGITAL RECORDER. Fortune looks at Tori with a grave expression. TORI What’s wrong? FORTUNE When we figured out Marin was pulling the strings, I had Boris do some serious black ops type surveillance on him – stuff the CIA and Russian spooks use. This is what he picked up after Marin found out about our deal with the Chinese. Fortune plays the recording: A
62. MARIN (V.O.) What do you mean you don’t know?! I pay you to know, damnit! You think setting Porter up was the end of your job?! Well it was just the beginning! IAN (V.O.) I’ve tapped every conceivable source to find out who got the shipment cleared. No way was it one of Victor’s underbosses. MARIN (V.O.) Porter owns the politicians that I want to own! They’re the only outfit that could’ve moved a shipment that hot through Customs! Your job was to tell me what’s going on in that outfit! How the hell could this happen without you knowing?! CLOSE ON TORI staring at the recording device in utter disbelief. TORI ...No...there’s some kind of mistake. It’s a digital recording. Anyone could’ve dropped Ian’s voice into that conversation or totally fabricated it for that matter. Ian did it all the time. He told me so. It’s how Dad got so many politicians in his pocket. Boris stares at Tori with impassive eyes. FORTUNE You’re right. It’s easy to do. And someone could have done it...but they didn’t. When Boris told me about this, I had him do a scrub of Ian’s electronic activities for the last three years. Turns out he’s been working for Marin the whole time. The life is rapidly draining out of Tori, but her eyes remain fixed on the recorder. Fortune gives Boris a signal and he leaves them alone. FORTUNE Tori, I’m sorry...
63. INT. SAFE HOUSE, ALEXIS’ BEDROOM – LATER Alexis is asleep. We hear the door to her room open and close. Sensing a presence, Alexis’ eyes flutter open. She looks up and focuses on Tori, standing over her bed. Tori, darling. ALEXIS Are you alright?
Without a word, Tori lay down in her mother’s arms and cries her eyes out. EXT. TORI’S LOFT BUILDING – DAWN A cold morning. Tori comes out of the building in a sleek running suit, stretches and starts jogging. EXT. CITY STREETS – CONTINUOUS We’re with Tori as she jogs along the mostly empty sidewalks and streets of the city’s downtown, passing the occasional HOMELESS PERSON sleeping or scavenging. EXT. MID-RISE BUILDING – ESTABLISHING Another nondescript building in the midst of Harbor City’s sleeping financial district. From a distance, we notice movement on the – EXT. ROOF OF MID-RISE BUILDING – CONTINUOUS QUICK CUTS of a SNIPER RIFLE being assembled – the stock, barrel, support legs, etc. – by an as yet unseen sniper. EXT. CITY STREETS – CONTINUOUS Tori jogs along. TORI’S FACE a light glistening of sweat covers her face. We’re not sure if it’s from the run or nerves. Her eyes are fixed on the tunnel entrance. She reacts subtly when she sees a MAN silhouetted on the opposite end of the tunnel. About 75 yards up ahead is a tunnel.
64. SNIPER SCOPE POV - TORI as she closes the distance to the tunnel. EXT. CITY STREETS – CONTINUOUS Tori takes a breath and pushes on toward the tunnel. The sun crests over the horizon, seemingly waking the city itself. EXT. ROOF, MID-RISE BUILDING – CONTINUOUS SNIPER’S FINGER as it tightens on the trigger. SNIPER SCOPE POV – TORI about 25 yards from the tunnel. of sunlight fills the scope. Suddenly, a BLINDING FLASH
The SNIPER, dark and mustachioed, reacts, pulling his eye away from the scope. Then he looks in it again and swivels his rifle to find the source of the distraction. He does... SNIPER SCOPE POV – BORIS atop a building a mile away, aiming his sniper rifle. The sniper sees another FLASH, this one from the muzzle of Boris’ rifle. It’s the last thing he ever sees. THE SNIPER is killed by the round that enters his scope and blows out the back of his head. EXT. BORIS’ ROOFTOP – CONTINUOUS Seeing that he’s made the kill, Boris calmly removes his shooting glasses. In his hand is the POCKET MIRROR he used to flash sun into the sniper’s scope. He tosses it off the top of the building.
65. EXT. TUNNEL ENTRANCE – CONTINUOUS Tori runs into the tunnel and the man on the other end rushes out of frame. Winded and relieved, Tori stops and puts her hands on her knees. INT. STARBUCKS – DAY A healthy rush hour crowd is lined up for lattes, mochas and drips. Marin breezes in and makes his way to the front of the line, smiling and back slapping CUSTOMERS as he does. MARY, a barista, greets him warmly. MARY ‘Morning, Mr. Marin. That grande triple shot, no-whip Machiotto will be right up. MARIN Top O’ the Mornin’ to you, Mary. Thanks, Hon. Marin takes his coffee from the bar and heads outside. EXT. STARBUCKS – CONTINUOUS He doesn’t get two feet before – TORI (O.S.) Missed you at the tunnel, Frank. He turns to Tori, still in her jogging suit but no longer sweating. MARIN (startled) Victoria! Well...I must’ve just gotten the times mixed up. I think I had our meeting down for eight thirty. Yeah... TORI Well, as you can see I’m free now. Why don’t we meet in your office? It’s just a couple of blocks down, isn’t it? MARIN Yeah. It is. That’s a good idea. I’ll give you a lift. It’s the least I can do after all that running, huh?
66. He raises his hand and signals for his Mercedes to pull up, but it doesn’t. Marin looks more closely and sees why. HIS DRIVER is slumped over the steering wheel. Dead.
TORI (O.S.) Why don’t I give you a lift instead? Another sedan pulls up to the curb. Bodyguard #1 is behind the wheel. Boris gets out of the back and holds the door open. Another of Tori’s men is waiting in the back seat. Marin looks at Boris then at Tori. She holds a pleasant smile but her eyes are cold. She cocks her head, almost cutely, toward the car. Marin understands he’s a dead man. He climbs in the back seat and tosses his coffee at Boris’ feet. Boris glances down, unperturbed, closes the door and the car drives away. Then Boris follows Tori into the Starbucks. We watch from outside and hear as Mary greets her warmly and she orders a no-whip, skinny latte. INT. IAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT Ian is almost ready to head out for the evening, in jeans and an expensive white shirt. Just as he throws on a sport coat, there’s a knock at the door. Immediately on guard, he pulls a WALTHER out of a drawer, checks the chamber. He looks through the peephole and is relieved. He sticks the gun in the small of his back and opens the door. IAN (thrilled to see her) Babe! I thought I was picking you up, not the other way around! Tori steps inside. She’s in pearls, overcoat and heels. In a word: elegant. He leans in for a peck on the lips but gets a cheek instead. Tori peels off her gloves. TORI I couldn’t wait to see you, Ian. There’s something we need to talk about.
67. IAN (holding her waist) I missed you too, Tori. You look incredible. Maybe I should change. I mean, it’s just Luigi’s, but I could throw on a tie. TORI That won’t be necessary, darling. He looks at her, in her eyes, and senses a change that goes beyond the clothes. He steps away from her. IAN You said we need to talk. your mind, Tori? TORI Frank Marin is dead, Ian. IAN What?! (then realizing) Tori, what do you think you know? TORI That you betrayed my father, then fingered Van Kamp and Dunlevy so that Marin could have more bargaining power with the triad. IAN (even, believable) Wait a minute, Tori. Whose feeding you this nonsense? Think about what you’re saying. I was there with your father. Remember? I was almost killed myself, for Christ’s sake! TORI Ian, darling, please, don’t insult my intelligence. Marksmen are a dime a dozen... I know you made a deal with Marin to give up my father in exchange for Marin taking out the underbosses in Daddy’s outfit. Even though you talked so much about getting out and starting fresh, the fact is you wanted to take over Daddy’s outfit all along. Only you didn’t want to wait your turn. What’s on
68. She looks at him. He knows he’s through, that there’s nothing more to say, except – IAN (beat) Tori, you have to believe that I never, ever used you. Everything between us, the hopes and the dreams, every word I ever said, was real and genuine. Please believe that. An instant of emotion registers in her eyes but it’s gone before she blinks. TORI I believe you, Ian...I do, darling. And I love you. Which is why this is so difficult for me. The door opens and Boris steps inside. He closes it and stares impassively at Ian. For a brief moment, Ian thinks of reaching for the Walther behind his back, but knows it’s futile. Tori puts on her gloves and smoothes them. She moves close to Ian, looks deeply into his eyes, touches his face gently with her gloved hand and kisses his lips softly. TORI Goodbye, Ian darling. She turns and walks to the door, stops and looks at Boris. IAN Tori, I never meant to hurt you. TORI (still facing Boris) But you broke my heart. Tori calmly pulls a SILENCED GUN from the shoulder holster inside Boris’ leather jacket, turns and fires. We hear the sound of Ian’s body hitting the floor. CLOSE ON Tori as she lowers her aim and fires a second time, completing the mob-style “two to the head” killing. She hands the gun to Boris. He opens the door for her and she walks out. Boris looks at Ian’s body for a beat, then exits the apartment, closing the door behind him. Reverse and HOLD on Ian’s body...
69. EXT. PORTER HOME – NIGHT Cars are in the driveway, one of them Tina’s Porsche. Bodyguards lurk discreetly in the shadows. INT. PORTER HOME, KITCHEN – NIGHT Alexis is at the counter, reading a magazine. somewhere in the house – From
TINA (O.S.) (shouting) Jesus Christ, Vic! Turn on the light or sit down you pig! Disgusting! VIC (O.S.) (shouting) I’m not gonna sit down! I’m not a girl, douche! Alexis smiles to herself and turns the page. EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET – NIGHT A Nissan 260-Z is parked, lights out, engine off. CAMERA MOVES IN on the car from behind as someone approaches on foot. INT. NISSAN 260-Z - CONTINUOUS Bree Castillo is behind the wheel. Waiting. She’s startled when the passenger door opens and Hsu sits next to her. HSU (pointedly) Okay, what have you got? Bree is really 25-year-old FBI agent Connie Fernandez. BREE Marin’s dead. Probably taking a dirt nap next to Jimmy Hoffa. HSU One down, three to go.
70. BREE Four. (off Hsu’s look) The Porter outfit’s got a new boss... EXT. THE PALM – ESTABLISHING – NIGHT A Mercedes pulls to the curb and a VALET opens the rear door. ANGLE ON a woman’s sexy legs and expensive “Jimmy Choo’s” as she climbs out and walks toward us. WIDEN ANGLE and we see the woman is Tori, not long after putting two holes in Ian’s head. With her are Fortune and Boris. Doors open as she continues into – INT. THE PALM - CONTINUOUS A five-star restaurant where the well-dressed and powerful go to move and shake. The MAITRE D’ greets Tori and another STAFFER takes her coat. As she moves across the restaurant, a few SAVVY DINERS steal glances at her, recognizing power when they see it. Hsu is one of them. Fortune and Boris follow Tori up a flight of stairs leading to private dining rooms. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY We follow as they walk down a dimly lit hallway to a door guarded by a HEAVYSET MAN. He opens the door. From a POV outside of the room, we see the Porter outfit underbosses. They stand as Tori, Fortune and Boris enter. Each underboss steps forward in turn to kiss Tori’s hand. After the last underboss has paid his respects, Tori sits at the head of the table as Boris closes the door and we... FADE TO BLACK. END OF EPISODE
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